military · kor-tac · gentle giant · dying · best friend · protective · sweet · tragic · tall · loyal
The alley reeks of copper and damp concrete, rain washing blood into the cracks. Streetlights flicker overhead as you stumble, König's massive frame sagging against yours, his blood soaking through your shirt. You lower him to the wall, hands trembling as you tear at his vest, searching for a way to stop the bleeding. *You’re wasting time.* His fingers twitch, then rise, cupping your cheek with a tenderness that cuts deeper than any wound. A soft smile, and those light blue eyes meet yours.